A clear stream gurgles around this small village all year round. Both sides of the stream are covered with green grass and lotus leaves. Lotus leaves are squeezed like big green disks. A breeze blew gently, and the lotus leaves danced. Look, a tall and graceful figure is reflected in the stream. Who's that? It turned out to be a big cypress tree in front of the stream! Next to the cypress tree, a small hut, vines climbed to the roof and made a lot of big pumpkins. Behind the house is a lush pine forest. Have a look, there are also a large area of rice seedlings!
In the room, white-haired grandparents are whispering through wine. Grandpa smiled and said to grandma, "You are getting younger and more beautiful!" " Hearing this, the old woman threw away her coke and said, "Don't talk about it." Did you do something wrong today and come back to please me? "
At this time, the sun is already high in the sky.
The eldest son is very diligent and grows beans in the fields by the stream. The eldest son looked at the newly sprouted seedlings, shook his head and said happily, "This year must be a bumper harvest. In autumn, I want to surprise my parents and younger brothers! "
The second son is sitting under the big cypress tree knitting a chicken coop! While knitting, he thought, when the chicken coop is built, the rooster can move in. This is their safe and comfortable home!
The youngest son was lying on the stream peeling lotus leaves and eating them, muttering, "I want to bring delicious food to my parents and brothers!" " "Look, he is busy!
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2. In the fifth grade, three ancient poems were changed to 250 words. Spring is coming. On a sunny day, Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, went there to play by boat. When he came to Anren, Yang Wanli immediately fell in love with this place. Everything here is revived, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and lakes and mountains are beautiful! In this charming scenery, Yang Wanli heard the children's laughter and couldn't help looking around. He found two lovely children sitting on a fishing boat not far from the river, one wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering and a clever ghost. Another older child, wearing shorts, is walking slowly with the boat. After a while, the boat stopped slowly, and the older children put away the bamboo poles and stopped the oars, so the boat did not move. Yang Wanli felt very strange and thought: What are they doing? At this time, he found a child holding up an umbrella, but it was sunny and there was no rain, which made Yang Wanli wonder: I wonder what they want to do? A mystery. Yang Wanli couldn't help asking them, "What are you doing with umbrellas?" The child replied, "We want to save some energy and let the wind take the boat forward. We are using the wind. As soon as the wind blows the umbrella, we can take the boat away, hee hee! " Yang Wanli suddenly realized at this moment and sighed. These two children are really smart.
On a cool summer night, the wind broke the silence of summer, and the bright moon hung high in the night sky, scattering light to the world, even the laughter and laughter of the past were gone. The vast Yuan Ye, covered with green grass, stretches for thousands of miles, like a green ocean. At first glance, it looks like an endless green carpet.
At this time, I haven't seen the returning shepherd boy, but I heard the melodious flute of the shepherd boy first. His flute makes people happy. On and off, it makes people feel comfortable and happy. The flute fluttering in the wind represents the cheerful mood of the shepherd boy. The shepherd boy's flute is getting closer and clearer.
After the shepherd boy finished his dinner, it was already after dusk. He walked to the grass while playing the flute skillfully. He lay leisurely in the open air enjoying the bright moon tonight, and 10 thousand "beautiful!" popped out of his heart. "The shepherd boy doesn't take off the hemp fiber at all, and he doesn't want to miss such a beautiful moon. While watching the moon, the shepherd boy teased the evening breeze with his flute. The shepherd boy thought: If there is such a beautiful moon every day, I can also let my friends enjoy it.
Although the shepherd boy has rested, he is still thinking about the moon tonight.
A clear stream gurgles around this small village all year round. Both sides of the stream are covered with green grass and lotus leaves. Lotus leaves are squeezed like big green disks. A breeze blew gently, and the lotus leaves danced. Look, a tall and graceful figure is reflected in the stream. Who's that? It turned out to be a big cypress tree in front of the stream! Next to the cypress tree, a small hut, vines climbed to the roof and made a lot of big pumpkins. Behind the house is a lush pine forest. Have a look, there are also a large area of rice seedlings! In the room, white-haired grandparents are whispering through wine. Grandpa smiled and said to grandma, "You are getting younger and more beautiful!" " Hearing this, the old woman threw away her coke and said, "Don't talk about it." Did you do something wrong today and come back to please me? "At this time, the sun has been high in the sky. The eldest son is very diligent and grows beans in the fields by the stream. The eldest son looked at the newly sprouted seedlings, shook his head and said happily, "This year must be a bumper harvest. In autumn, I want to surprise my parents and brothers! "The second son is sitting under a big cypress tree knitting a chicken coop! While knitting, he thought, when the chicken coop is built, the rooster can move in. This is their safe and comfortable home! The youngest son was lying on the stream peeling lotus leaves and eating them, muttering, "I want to bring delicious food to my parents and brothers!" " "Look, he is busy!
3. Qingpingle Village changed the poem into a 200-word composition. A clear stream gurgles around this small village all year round.
Both sides of the stream are covered with green grass and lotus leaves. Lotus leaves are squeezed like big green disks.
A breeze blew gently, and the lotus leaves danced. Look, a tall and graceful figure is reflected in the stream. Who's that? It turned out to be a big cypress tree in front of the stream! Next to the cypress tree, a small hut, vines climbed to the roof and made a lot of big pumpkins.
Behind the house is a lush pine forest. Have a look, there are also a large area of rice seedlings! In the room, white-haired grandparents are whispering through wine.
Grandpa smiled and said to grandma, "You are getting younger and more beautiful!" " Hearing this, the old woman threw away her coke and said, "Don't talk about it." Did you do something wrong today and come back to please me? "At this time, the sun has been high in the sky. The eldest son is very diligent and grows beans in the fields by the stream.
The eldest son looked at the newly sprouted seedlings, shook his head and said happily, "This year must be a bumper harvest. In autumn, I want to surprise my parents and younger brothers! " The second son is sitting under the big cypress tree knitting a chicken coop! While knitting, he thought, when the chicken coop is built, the rooster can move in. This is their safe and comfortable home! The youngest son was lying on the stream peeling lotus leaves and eating them, muttering, "I want to bring delicious food to my parents and brothers!" " "Look, he is busy.
4. About the composition of ancient poetry I like ancient poetry in the third grade.
When I was young, I was often immersed in the rhythm of ancient poetry. Every night, listening to the ancient poems played by the tape recorder, accompanied by cicadas singing outside the window, a breeze blows, and I feel unprecedented happiness.
Accompanied by ancient poetry, my poetic life has cultivated a strong pastoral. The first ancient poem I can recite is "Chanting Willow".
"Jasper is dressed as a tree and hung with 10,000 green silk tapestries." I asked my father what "green silk tapestries" meant. Father said that the "green silk tapestry" is a wicker hanging down like a ribbon, just like a green bow tied on my sister's head. This is a "green silk tapestry". Oh, I see. I memorized them one by one, read many poems about spring, and said, "The sun is setting, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze. It's beautiful.
Mud melts into swallows, sand warms Yuanyang to sleep. "This poem shows us that the sun shines in spring, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the spring breeze brings flowers and plants fragrance. Spring returns to the earth, the soil is soft, swallows fly around to build nests, and Yuanyang falls asleep in the warm sand. This must be a very sweet spring scene! " Miss Huang faces the river in front of the tower, and she is lazy and sleepy in spring. "
This poem is like taking us to Miss Huang's tower, watching the surging river flow eastward, and the worries in our hearts go with it. I feel lazy and sleepy when the spring breeze blows. I understand what people often say: "Spring is sleepy and autumn is lacking." Wang Anshi, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "When will the bright moon shine on me", and Zhu, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote "Spring Day". They are also writing about the spring breeze, and the poets have mixed feelings, reflecting the different experiences and social environment of the two poets at that time and feeling the patriotic feelings of the poets.
Ancient poetry not only painted my life green, but also made my soul soar. I have been involved in tang style's poems for thousands of years. Looking at the rolling clouds in the sky and listening to the fishing songs of the sea and sky, I feel the grandeur of the desert beyond the Great Wall. Ancient poetry makes my life colorful! I like ancient poems.
5. Remember three ancient poems in Jiangnan, rewrite the composition of 200 to 300 words, and have a cool night.
I looked into the distance in an alley in Luoyang city. In Luoyang city, you can't see the green orchid water like Jiangnan, and only in Jiangnan can you see such a river and such water.
At this point, he raised his head and began to recall the past in Jiangnan. In spring, whenever the sun rises.
There are several bamboo raft boats crossing the river and sliding slowly. The river is calm, the water is green, and that day is blue. It can be said that water and sky are connected.
The riverside can be said to be a paradise for flowers. The delicate peach blossom is actually open, and it is pink from a distance.
Wild flowers are not to be outdone. Red, yellow, blue and white decorate grass into beautiful cloth. The weeping willows by the river have long green hair. Looking around, they are green, vibrant and picturesque.
Swallows in the south also came back, chirping and singing, as if to shout to people: "Spring is coming, spring is coming." Jiangnan makes me linger. Can I forget Jiangnan? .
6. Remember three ancient poems in Jiangnan, rewrite the composition of 200 to 300 words, and have a cool night. I looked into the distance in an alley in Luoyang city. In Luoyang city, you can't see the green orchid water like Jiangnan, and only in Jiangnan can you see such a river and such water. At this point, he raised his head and began to recall the past in Jiangnan.
In spring, whenever the sun rises. There are several bamboo raft boats crossing the river and sliding slowly. The river is calm, the water is green and the sky is blue, which can be said to be a connection between water and the sky.
The riverside can be said to be a paradise for flowers. The delicate peach blossom is actually open, and it is pink from a distance. Wild flowers are not to be outdone. Red, yellow, blue and white decorate grass into beautiful cloth. The weeping willows by the river have long green hair. Looking around, they are green, vibrant and picturesque.
Swallows in the south also came back, chirping and singing, as if to shout to people: "Spring is coming, spring is coming."
Jiangnan makes me linger. Can I forget Jiangnan?
7. Write a short story with an ancient poem in the third grade. My old friend resigned from the Yellow Crane Tower.
Fireworks fell in Yangzhou in March.
Lonely sails, distant shadows, blue sky,
Only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
This year is the eighteenth year of Tang Xuanzong's reign! He remembers it very clearly. Spring is late, and the cold in this place is still very strong. The river wind blew, and Brother Haoran turned around in Tsing Yi, his hair flying! Become a landscape that will be fixed forever in this spring!
Brother Haoran said that he would visit Yangzhou. At this time, Qionghua was in full bloom in Yangzhou, and the ladies and grandchildren on Slender West Lake began to open teahouses and poetry clubs. It was a happy time. The Wenchang Temple Fair will be held soon, and the holy monks in daming temple are also preparing to hold an annual gathering of Buddhist scriptures. That bustling place made him want to fly away.
His eyes sparkled. Yangzhou is the place he has been to many times in his dreams, and it is the place he has been longing for for for a long time. He also wants to linger in one restaurant after another without going home! There was a heroic splash of ink in the powder pile, but he couldn't, couldn't sink with the turning river. He looked at the Yellow Crane Tower standing on the shore, brother Haoran boarded the boat, and the river rolled eastward! How reluctant he is, how many days have passed since Shu met him! He appreciates people like Brother Haoran, and he thinks such a good friend! But he also wants to go to Yangzhou together and enjoy the bustling place together!
The ship set out, and Brother Haoran standing at the bow was smiling and waving! He stood on the shore, his eyes focused on his friends who were about to leave, waving his hands, stiff and slow, unwilling to give up! He wants to go too! He is ambivalent, constantly, constantly, wandering between two kinds of thoughts. Once again! The ship has disappeared into the river!
He tried to look into the distance, but there were only rolling rivers and blue sky in the distance. The ship is far, far away, and Yangzhou has gone!
He still stood on the shore, looking at the direction of the river, for a long, long time, unwilling to leave!
I only see the Yangtze River water flowing silently.
8. "Mountain Walk" rewrote the composition by 300 words [Mountain Walk rewrote the composition by 300 words] One late autumn evening, I took a carriage to play along a winding mountain road, and "Mountain Walk" rewrote the composition by 300 words. Walking in the mountains, attracted by the sight, quickly let the groom stop to have a good look. In the distance, rolling mountains rise into the sky, and at sunset. It's like walking through a mountain in a red coat. A winding stone path, like the silver thread thrown by the Nine-Day Fairy, extends to the distance. Several families in the mountains surrounded by white clouds are flickering, and the smoke from the roof is more like a fairyland. Walking in the mountains, the maple trees all over the mountain are red, so bright, so warm and so charming. Redder than flowers in February. Like a boat swimming, a maple leaf fell to the ground, like a butterfly dancing. I picked up a maple leaf, which is really redder than the flowers in February. All this is a masterpiece of nature. I was fascinated by the scenery in front of me, intoxicated and moved, and the wonderful poem was in my mind. There is a family in Bai Yunsheng, far from Hanshan Mountain. In the third grade of primary school, the composition "Mountain Walk" was rewritten in 300 words. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. Li Yan is in the third grade in the west area of Zhouzhuang Experimental Primary School in Jiangyin City, Wuxi City, Jiangsu Province.
9. Rewrite an article about an ancient poem by a shepherd boy. Within 250 to 300 hours, the Yuan Ye was covered with grass-green cages, as far as the eye can see.
A child is lying on the thick and soft grass, resting and herding cattle. The sound of cattle is like a golden note. Wherever cattle go, it is like planting black beans on the boundless grassland.
When the wind blows, the grass bends down, stretching her delicate body just like stretching. The gentle wind blew the flute, which spread to villages, fields and distant places, just like a bird flying freely in the sky.
This wonderful voice seems to be understandable even to grazing cows, and it seems to express happiness for the shepherd boy! The flute is so melodious, give ear to it and give people unlimited room for aftertaste. The sun has set in the west, and at dusk, the shepherd boy will graze and go home.
After dinner, the sun has set and it is getting dark. Lying on the grassland, the shepherd boy refused to take off his clothes. Looking at the blue sky, he couldn't help thinking of herding cattle and those beautiful mountains, rivers and aquatic plants. The mountain is so high that it is about to be inserted into the clouds. Green grass covers the whole earth; The branches bend as if dancing in front of people.
Thinking, thinking, the shepherd boy fell asleep with the bright moon, surrounded by many charming Kobanawa grasses, as if to express sympathy for the shepherd boy's hard work all day.